Back in my 30's everyone was concerned with their biological clock. Which meant having babies. If you were 35 unmarried and had not had children surely everyone in a 10 mile radius could actually "hear" your clock ticking.
Interestingly I feel a bit similar right now.
Of course my kids are older, and the clock I can hear ticking has nothing to do with babies.
My clock is ticking with the hope I will NOT get another cancer before I can prevent it.
Confused?
When I discovered my mutation the thought was to remove my ovaries and tubes first THEN do breast surgery to remove the risk of breast cancer.
Currently I'm on plan B
Found cancer early...treated it.
Hope to hell I can recover from chemo...and beat the clock before I am diagnosed with breast cancer.
I *could* be zen and say "Que sera, sera...whatever will be, will be"
But I think I'd need some better drugs or a nice grey goose cosmo (or 3)
to get me there.
When it comes to my BRCA mutation I'm a believer.
Cancer? Is not an if...it's a when.
Tick...tick...tick...
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